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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Sundowner</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sat upon a fallen log<br>And heaved a long, deep sigh.<br>His gnarled hand fondling his old dog<br>As his gaze went to the sky.<br>"There goes another pane," said he <br>"A soarin', roarin' pest!<br>They robs a man of privacy,<br>An' motor cars of rest."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Sundownin' ain't the game ut was<br>Since men have took to wings;<br>An' life grows narrer, jist because<br>Of plans an' cars an' things.<br>For the planes have pinched me privit skies<br>An' the cars have grabbed me earth<br>An' all the news by wireless flies;<br>So what's sundownin' worth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Time was when I could sit me down<br>Where man had left no sign,<br>An' earth an' sky for miles aroun'<br>For that one hour was mine.<br>And I could sit an' think me thorts<br>An' watch the sun go west<br>Without no crazy ingine's snorts<br>To break into me rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And as the afternoon grew late<br>I'd seek the haunts of men,<br>An' at some lonely homestead gate<br>I'd have sure welcome then;<br>An' tucker-bags were gladly filled,<br>And rest found for my back,<br>In ‘change for bits of news I spilled<br>And gossip of the track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But now that wireless spreads its lies<br>From this and other lands,<br>They look on me with hard, cold eyes<br>An' give with grudgin' hands.<br>It's them that has to give me news;<br>And when I seek some wide,<br>Once silent scene, planes spoil me views,<br>An' cars honk me aside."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sat upon a fallen log<br>And heaved a long, deep sigh:<br>"We're agein', me an' my ole dog,<br>An' old things have to die.<br>Sundownin's dead; men's minds an' ways<br>Is changin' with a jerk.<br>Seems like I'll have to end me days,<br>Travellin'; in search of work."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357931" data-title="The Last Sundowner de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="He sat upon a fallen log And heaved a long, deep sigh. His gnarled hand fondling his old dog As his gaze went to the sky. "There goes another pane," said he "A soarin', roarin' pest! They robs a man of privacy, An' motor cars of re..."></div> </div> </div>
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